The Graveyard Mannequins: Prose Poems & Short Fiction - Don Broyles

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The Graveyard Mannequins, consisting of weird prose poems and short fiction by Don Broyles, will take the reader on a dark and dangerous journey into the unknown, sometimes with horrific, suggestive results. At other times, there will be a bit of humor. From the strange behavior of mannequins to the desperation of an evil doll, this collection of fiction will take the reader on a wild ride through the strange and unusual mind of the author’s imagination. Best read when the night is at its darkest and most dangerous. Or when you hear the crunching of leaves just outside your bedroom window...because something wants to get inside...and it will do anything to get what it wants.

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The Graveyard Mannequins is out, with a creepy cover that sets the mood.

By Don Broyles


An excerpt from the journey of jeremy meyrick


HEAR the screams of nightmares lurking ‘round the corner, close at hand, that place where Dreams emerge: The swamps, the Pole Star, Places Dark - Amorphous, alone, and utterly cold. Murky and gray, bereft of light, forms take shape, to float above the leavened plains of ancient Leng and marbled Olathoe: City and fortress subsumed in Dream.

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The Graveyard Mannequins
by
Don Broyles

Here is another prose poem from The Graveyard Mannequins, by Don Broyles:

Bloomin’ Bubba

When Bubba last in the barnyard bloom’d, I picked up a bucket placed on top of a pile of hay and spritzed his upturned face, hopefully enough to quench his dry, cracked lips and startle him into wakefulness. But it was too late. His hair petals droop’d in a way that signified death was close at hand, and his face looked thin and haggard on top of the brown-colored peduncle that bore the tiny human head. He would be missed, but it was not a big loss considering he was never very intelligent to begin with. His vocabulary was limited, which I found frustrating. Combined with his heavily-accented hillbilly speech (as if mocking me), I became infused with such uncontrollable rage that I had no recourse but to initiate newer, more efficient techniques of persuasion. In the garden, I heard numerous tiny cries of distress as I picked up my gardening shears.

If you like creepy weirdness combined with a sense of humor - both elements perfect for Halloween - then give it a try.

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